Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required at 16 he was in a hardcore band, the vocalist who screamed a lot & often shouted--- a neighboring community college was offering singing lessons for early credit & even someone at the age of 16 could apply, so he thought he’d take a chance after school a couple times a week & signed up. when he first arrived, her eyes lit up, for the singing teacher was not accustomed to male students & in fact told him so--- he thought she simply saw him as a challenge, an experiment of sorts, after he told her that the only reason he was taking lessons was so that he could scream more without losing his voice halfway through the show. having studied opera herself & holding a resume with several appearances on soundtracks, she secretly attempted to steer all of her students in the same direction, but this new challenge had horrible Italian pronunciation & his “creamy” voice seemed to be more akin to jazz & blues stylings, so in a short bit of time she changed up her act & had him belting out different tunes. “you need to sing from your solar plexus…do you know where that is?” she said, and he shook his head with indifference, for at this point he was sick of the lessons already--- “here, stand behind me…” & the teenager did what she said, then she took his hands in hers and wrapped them round her stomach, thrusting them up under her breasts, moving them around on her belly remarking “your solar plexus is right around here…and this is where you must sing from in order to keep from losing your voice...” and she breathed in deeply, exhaling, while his hands were still pushed up under with her fingers tracing along his hands… “you mustn’t sing from your throat, but from this place…a place deep inside you.” she whispered out, and in that office with one door & soundproofing all over, he did sing.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)